Six-thirty winter morning, Snow keeps falling inside the town. A rose by any other name, Eva leaves her swampbroke home Kind is taught what she'll always make me ashamed of my own
She walks alone but now Without her name Eva flies away Dreams the world far away In this cruel children's game There's no friend to call her name Eva sails away Dreams the world far away The goul in her will be my sunflower feed
Mock my mind that's a shame Little girl with life of pain. For a memory, one kind word. she would stay among the beast Time for one more daring dream Before her escape We'd kill with our own loving heart
Eva flies away Dreams the world far away In this cruel children's game There's no friend to call her name Eva sails away Dreams the world far away The goul in her will be my sunflower feed.
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